“no, thank you, mate. appreciate it though.” this is the third time fede has turned down a drink from a stranger in the past 30 minutes. not that he’s counting. he still needs another couple of shots before he starts finding brooklyn guys attractive. he’s starting to doubt himself now, maybe coming all the way to a gay bar in brooklyn wasn’t the best option to put himself back on the market. besides, he hasn’t been with a guy in ages. probably not since tate. not that he wants to think about it. he has enough with the shadow of camilla’s broken heart looming over him, he doesn’t need the thought of another ex bringing him down. but that’s exactly when he spots him in the crowd. it’s as if the mere thought of tate was enough to materialize him into existence. federico has never been one to believe in signs but maybe this is one. it’s like a spark has ignited inside him and he’s decisively making his way through the sea of people towards the dancing mop of black hair. he’s dancing with someone else but it’s not like fede gives a fuck. in a quick movement, he’s grabbing tate by the arm, pulling him towards him. it’s both possessive and determined. “hey there, baby,” he whispers once they are face to face. maybe he’s had enough shots of vodka after all.
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